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      <title>Period 8: Characterization in &quot;Dark They Were and Golden-Eyed&quot; by Mary Bischoff</title>
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      <description>How does Ray Bradbury characterize Mr. Bittering as nervous and paranoid? Add direct quotes from the story in the correct column! </description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"We'll eat this and then we'll change-who knows what? I can't let it happen. There's only one thing I can do. Burn this food!" (Bradbury 51)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;He felt his heart pounding and he was afraid&quot;(Bradbury 51).</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Lying abed, Mr. Bittering felt his bones shifted, shaped, melted like gold”(Bradbury 54).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Sweat poured from his face and his hands and his body; he was drenched in the hotness of his fear&quot; (Bradbury).</title>
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         <title>&quot; &#39;You know they have! Onions but not onions, carrots but not carrots. Taste: the same but different. Smell: not like it used to be. &#39; &quot; (Bradbury  51)</title>
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         <title>¨you know they have! onions but not onions, carrots but NOT CARROTS!!! taste the same but different.¨</title>
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         <title>&quot;Do you see? They&#39;re different. They&#39;ve changed! They&#39;re not peach blossoms any more!&quot; (Bradbury 51).</title>
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         <title>&quot;&#39; Whats wrong?&quot; asked his wife. &#39;Lets great back on the rocket.&#39;&#39;Go back to earth?&#39;, &#39;Yes! listen!&#39;&quot; (Bradbury 47)</title>
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         <title>speech</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"'What's wrong?' asked his wife<br>'Let's get back on the rocket'<br>'Go back to earth?'<br>'Yes, Lisen!'" (Bradbury 47)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"you've got to work with me. If we stay here, we'll all change. The air. Don't you smell it? Something in the air. A martian virus, maybe; some seed, or a pollen. "Listen to me!" (Bradbury 52)</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"there not.there wrong i cant tell how.an extra peal,a leaf,something ,the color,the smell" (Bradbury 51)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Lying abed, Mr. Bittering felt his bones shifted, shaped, melted like gold. His wife, laying beside him, was dark from many sunny afternoons&quot; (Bradbury 54).</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Lets get back on the rocket." "Go back to Earth?" "Yes! Listen." (Bradbury 47)</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;In the following days,Bittering wandered often through the garden to stand alone in fear&quot; (Bradbury 49).</title>
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         <title>&quot;he put out his sun-browned hand and gave a small cry&quot; (Bradbury 51)</title>
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         <title>&quot;Do you see? They&#39;re different. They&#39;ve changed! They&#39;re not peach blossoms any more!&quot; (Bradbury 51).</title>
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         <title>&quot;Staring at the mountains wildly, he thought: Are you up there? All the dead ones, you Martians? Well, here we are, alone, cut off! Come down, move us out! We&#39;re helpless&quot; (Bradbury 50).</title>
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         <title>&quot;What are you doing, you fools! he thought.</title>
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         <title>&quot;A few trembling&#39;s shook him, but were carried off in the waves of pleasant heat as he lay in the sun&quot;. &quot;He was too tired to be afraid&quot;. (bradbury 55)</title>
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         <title>&quot;&#39;Cora! She appeared at a window.&#39; He ran to her. &#39;Cora, these blossoms!&#39; She handled them.  &#39;Do you see? They&#39;re different. They&#39;ve changed!  They&#39;re not peach blossoms any more!&quot;&#39; (Bradbury 51).</title>
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